Blood of poet, vein of dread,
night grows darker with whispers fed
lie of tongues - the muse is dead.
Night grows bolder with wine of ink
that pricks the mind with a sorcerer’s wink
to expand the spirit so thoughts don’t shrink.
One word grows three,
a root a tree,
Calliope’s tablet answer’s plea.
Painting by Charles Meynier
Calliope: Greek Goddess - Muse of eloquence and epic poetry.
My poem isn't eloquent or epic, but I am grateful Calliope showed up
so I could find 55 words and wrote in rhyme. (Something I am not good at)
A delightful romp through the spellbook, Susie. I was going to say, I've rarely seen you use rhyme, and this is done very neatly. I especially like the "wine of ink" reference, and Calliope stepping in to revive the dead muse. Thanks for your seasonal and sharp 55, and have a kickass weekend if you can.
ReplyDeleteI like this Susie! And I may use it to call on Calliope sometimes!
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